Malcolm and Noah walked in from a drink at the bar. They weren't drunk, or close to it. Malcolm sat at the table across from Noah and asked him, "So were friends right?"

Noah looked confused and concerned. "Of course, why?"

Malcolm lowered his head. "Well," he said. "I like you. And before you say anything I didn't know how to tell you and hopefully you aren't afraid or anything well because if you are it's on you. I just wanted to be totally honest and I don't mean to sound mean or cruel please tell me if I do?"

Noah got up from the table.. and walked away.. he said nothing, because he was thinking of what to say. He had no words. What was he supposed to do?

Malcolm got up slowly. "Look, if you're mad I'll leave. And never speak to you again." he stated.

Noah turned around. "No.." he said. "No, it's not that." he said.

Malcolm walked over to him, "What is it then? I want to know!" he demanded.

"You think what?!" Malcolm asked, getting impatient. Malcolm was getting somewhat annoyed at the fact he was having to wait for an answer.

"I don't know what to say.." Noah stated. He really didn't. He had no idea what he felt or what his feelings were about Malcolm at the time, and from what he had thought, he was straight. Plain and simple..

"Forget it then," Malcolm said. "I guess I should go then." he stated. He began walking out of the room after swiftly grabbing his jacket.

"No!" Noah said, his voice getting louder. He grabbed Malcolm's arm and pulled him close, and then lifted his head slightly and kissed him.